SHADES: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series Book 3) by Nicole James Read Free Book Online Page B

forward, slowly stroking, feeling a new rush of wetness ease his way. He hooked his arm under her knee and pushed up, opening her further to him as he slid in all the way to the hilt.
    She gasped. “Oh, God, Shades. You’re so deep.”
    He kissed her. “I feel it too, baby. Lock your free leg around me.”
    She did as he ordered, and he began to thrust in earnest, pounding into her until he was slick with sweat, and his breathing was sawing in and out of his lungs. One hand was planted in the bed, his muscles corded as he held himself above her, the other arm was locked around her leg, holding her wide open. He knew he was being rough. He knew she’d feel every slam of his hips into her thighs tomorrow, and he didn’t care. Nothing was going to slow him down or lessen his frantic movements. Even the throaty moans and whimpers she began to make didn’t stop him. If anything, they drove him on, faster and harder until she clenched around him, driving him over the edge of restraint, and he went rock solid, coming hard as his body jerked with the most powerful orgasm of his fucking life.
    As he came down, he released her leg and heard her moan as she dropped it down to the mattress. He lay stretched on top of her, slick with sweat, panting with exertion. With his dick still buried deep inside her, he rose up to look down into her eyes and whispered, “Hello, love.”
    She repeated it back with a look of awe. “Hello, love.”
     
     
    Present day—
     
    The memory drifting through his mind cleared, and Shades watched his Skylar walking toward him, the arm of one of his brothers around her.
    The years had been good to her. She’d been eighteen when he’d seen her last. She must be what, twenty-eight, now?
    She still wore her dark silky hair long, almost to her waist. Her slender body had always been on the athletic side, but her woman’s body had filled out, the curves more pronounced since he’d last seen her. She looked more womanly than the girlish eighteen year old he remembered. Well, what did he expect? It had been ten years, after all.
    His eyes couldn’t help but run over those curves, before returning to her face. He’d forgotten how beautiful her blue eyes were, especially in combination with that gorgeous dark hair of hers.
    Jesus Christ, he’d never thought she could get more beautiful, but she had.
    She sure as fuck had.

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
    Skylar looked at the man who had spoken. He was an older man with shoulder length gray hair, a beard and wire rimmed glasses that had always reminded her of Jerry Garcia. He came forward as they approached the group by the fire. The patch on his cut read President, just like it had ten years ago when Skylar had first visited the clubhouse.
    First Cole and then Crash enfolded him in a bear hug, slapping his back. “Butcher, good to see you.”
    “Cole. Crash. Wish it could have been under other circumstances.”
    “Amen, Brother.”
    His eyes moved to Letty, who was standing next to Cole, and he squinted, not quite sure for a moment. Then he turned to Crash. “This your little sister ?”
    The corner of Crash’s mouth pulled up as he fought a grin. “It’s the dreadlocks. Wasn’t too sure, myself.”
    She shoved his arm. “As if.”
    “Well, shit, darlin’. I haven’t seen you in years. Give me a hug, gal,” Butcher exclaimed, pulling her to him.
    She gladly went, laughing. “ You haven’t changed a bit, still trying to break my bones with your bear hugs.”
    He let her go, laughing, his palm patting her cheek. “Just because your big brother took off for that freak-land they call California, doesn’t mean you’re still not welcome, girl.”
    “Thanks, Butcher. It’s good to see you. I’m so sorry about Bulldog. He was like an uncle to me and Crash.”
    Butcher nodded. “He was a good man. We’re all gonna miss him.” His eyes moved to Skylar who was standing back a bit, and he